Realm of Rhymes and Rhythm

daybreak to dawn up and down her yoke she yarns, building her barns. She travels far and wide To places where flowers abide Mothering the particles of pricks As she use them in baking her bricks, Laying and layering her hut, her wisdom door is not shut.

He evade our darkness While we were in the wilderness, Machete all the mosquitoes in the matter Turned our rivers of blood into water, Unarmed the nectaring bees from the honey beds Bailed us from the hives And asked us to run for our lives We were circumcised, And though we had capsized; drown drunk dead in the flood of the rivers of innocent blood. Buying and selling private properties in public places – Change found me in the roam And brought me home

Can still smile in poverty Without a root - no property, no hand to rest the head voices better dead With uncomfortable boxes to tick Serving the slave with a stick No one understands our plight Rather, we are robbed of our rights

http://setlite.blogspot.com.ng/# Before I knew how to choose I’d already known how to loose, Before I could stand tall I had to rise when ever I fall. Before I knew the feat I'd already known defeat, Before I knew the way I was far away, astray Am not proud when I fumble But when ever I stumble I make it part of the dance So as not to waste the chance. http://setlite.blogspot.com.ng/#

By sunset I’ll be a mile bye from this poisonous planet Then darkness over my eye, I never planned it Punch innocent in the face, steal her gown and her wings, fit sincerity in her place And catch her cautious stings Will trap the early morning dew my feeding bottles to my cup And will be born again – anew As sunset sweeps the make up http://setlite.blogspot.com.ng/#  

When came first faced with fierce running mothers errand I thought I was too young and innocence For the earth to devour I thought it will ignore me Or rather make no salivation of me But his mustard of mercy, For its eyes where dead, And I had already fallen-in No other way to go out. Its eyes start-stared me And me, for the fear of loosing mother’s money I had to, so I started to run. But his two steps where faster than the hundred I had taken He toasted me to the earth as though I have committed a crime. I thought he wanted the money I fisted, Which I gave it up. But he knifed my peels from my skin With his iron hands, As his unsheathed paws Run down my flesh – on my secreted too. my lips adhered to his palm abide like glue. Though I cried, but only tried. his gear, my tear – torn into pools pool of blood all over his rags and mine It was him and I, His brethren in act The earth and the sun, the stars All witnessed.

Before i reverse to gather my verse my gluttonous gut will serve no slut before i reverse the trip i traverse, before the sails i will cut my nails before i reverse to gather my nerves my first foes; my fingers, my toes

As a Chelsea fan what are your expectations for this 2015/2016 season. Chelsea crossed the bridge last season less antagonized. Infact their third loss of the

Chelsea are feeble to Arsenal analytically observed. To my view, yes, everyone has his own view but this is mine. This is the reason while I don’t expect arsenal to continue in failure as they do season in season out. I see a group of world beaters

Stranded and strayed, now, am betrayed where is the money can it afford me honey if the bees are on the barn or will they wait till they go to farm? …a mild me to madness sorry, sorrow and sadness with even much envy and a burden of levy can’t pick with my peak am very weak very sorrowful and sick my blood too thick all I ever seek is tucked in my cheek Am weak I can’t even speak Bruised and bounded Woe and wounded. I plea of death to swallow… Swallow me. I don’t want to see tomorrow I cant even cry, though it hurt, Carrying the world on my hat It’s right time to purge All the pus of the world